So what did you all do when you were two years old?

[dmwalker 607]

https://www.scotsman.com/news/people/two-year-old-scottish-toddler-becomes-youngest-person-to-reach-everest-base-camp-4495605

[charliearon 3,025]

I probably 💩 my Dr Dentons!

[birdguy 3,943]

I hope I was weaned off the bottle by then.  I can't remember that far back. 

I was told when I was three years old my Mom and I walked across the Golden Gate Bridge the day it opened.  I don't remember that either.  And I'm sure I didn't walk across it anymore than Carter hiked to the base camp.  But I was there.

Noel

Edited January 29 by birdguy

[jmdriskell 178]

Next, some thrill seeker will claim he was the first to climb Mt. XYZ wearing a proper bowler hat.  I suspect the 2 year old was carried along like a bundle of firewood.  Might as well take the family cat also.

 

[dmwalker 607]

37 minutes ago, jmdriskell said:

I suspect the 2 year old was carried along like a bundle of firewood.

Except for the bit about the firewood, that was explained in the article, which I suspect you didn't actually read. The reference to climbing with a bowler, reminds me that some British mountain climbing teams used to carry a supply of beer, but that was 60 years ago and my memory may not be quite reliable. In any case, I suppose there must be an altitude limit for something gassy like that.

Edited January 29 by dmwalker

[LHookins 3,103]

I remember a surprising amount from when I was two years old.

I jumped off the second story back porch trying to fly.  I remember climbing up to the rail, what it felt like when I landed (it didn't actually hurt oddly enough), the reaction of the adults, what the doctor said, my own thoughts, all of it.  The next time I went out on the back porch they had hung chicken wire all around the porch.  I thought, "That's silly.  I'll sure never do THAT again."  The oddest part thinking back on it was that I understood everything the adults said.

I remember some other things from that age as well.

I can remember something from when I was probably one year old, being afraid of a toy that had wheels with axles offset from the center so that it bucked.

The moral of the story is, be careful what you do or say around your toddler.  They not only understand what you say, but they might remember it into adulthood.  If they don't understand what you say at the time, they may still remember it as adults.  You've been warned.

Hook

[LHookins 3,103]

I remembered something else interesting.  I don't know how old I was, but you might be able to figure it out from context.

I remember the first time I was given baby food that I liked.  It was apricots.

Hook

[Luis Hernandez 570]

I still can't recall anything I did at all before I turned 4, and maybe a faint memory of some things between 4 and 5-and-a-half.

[jimh 23]

When I was around 3 years old, we lived in a flat, above a rather short-tempered old lady.  I was sitting on the floor and between my legs I had a drinks bottle and a small box filled with marbles.  When I dropped a marble into the bottle it made a very satisfying "Chink".  After chinking for a little while, the regular sound must have been too much for the lady downstairs (those houses were very flimsy structures).  She took a broomstick and banged on her ceiling, thump, thump, thump.  Intrigued  by this I responded, bump, bump, bump with the bottle.  After some time she gave up!

[HiFlyer 9,363]

I clearly remember my ice pacifier. It was a ring of clear plastic disks filled with water that had little plastic animals in it. I remember clutching it and dragging it around and biting on it all the time....

I also remember zillions of times picking it up off the floor here and there where I had  absent-mindedly dropped it,  and just as absent-mindedly stuffing it back into my face.

Edited January 30 by HiFlyer

[LHookins 3,103]

Heh!

The next part is, have you ever been back to a place later in life that you'd visited as a very young child?

When my mother died and we went to the funeral home in Pennsylvania, we walked into the office and I remembered everything perfectly from when my grandfather died when I was about 5.  I'd never been back as we moved to Texas shortly after that.  Pictures of wild animals on the wall with actual cage bars in front, a few rubber toys on the "window" sill under the animal pics ("They're to look at, not to play with.") and a roll-top desk.

When I was in the Army stationed in Washington DC in 1976, a group of friends had arranged a coal powered steam train excursion to Philadelphia.  When we got there, the friends got an antique wooden streetcar out of the museum and we took it for a spin around the city.  We attracted a lot of attention next to the modern streetcars.  These guys apparently worked for the railroad and were licensed to run both the steam engine and the streetcars.

I didn't understand why everything on the streetcar looked so familiar.  It was a very odd feeling.  Some years later I ran across a picture in my grandmother's photo album of her in a streetcar conductor's uniform in exactly the same kind of streetcar.  My first memories of her were as an elevator operator.

The kid in the original story may or may not remember his "hike" up to base camp, but if he makes the trip again as an adult he's likely to have some odd memories. 😄 

Hook

Edit:  PS.  I just looked it up.  Apparently the town where we lived (Oil City PA) had trolly lines.

H.

Edited January 30 by LHookins

[n4gix 4,947]

Alas, I have no happy memories of my earliest childhood. I was the youngest child of my natural family and was sadly neglected by my parents and siblings. At the age of two I was rescued by a kind policeman rummaging in a dirty alley's garbage cans looking for something to eat. He took me to the chief judge of Hardee County, FL. This worthy took charge and allowed me to live with he and his wife in their residence. All these decades later I still have an occasional nightmare of that nasty alleyway!

Some few weeks later, after terminating my natural family's custody, he placed an ad in the Miami Herald that I was up for adoption.  Long story short, my future adoptive parents gave me a loving home. Ironically, the final adoption took place on Father's Day 1952. I was literally my dad's Father's Day present! 😁

[HiFlyer 9,363]

Human memory is so odd, sometimes.....

After replying in this thread, I felt an urge to find modern contemporaries, if any, of my old ice teether.

Did/do they still make ones like the one I remember?

The answer is apparently yes, and during the search I bumped into several other teethers some of which I also clearly remembered.

Now the weird part is the vague but noticeable urge to bite/chew on something I had when viewing the images of my old toys. 😮

(Sidenote: I see that companies have cheeped out over the years. My teether had actual -flat- toy animals inside, not just pictures)

[LHookins 3,103]

4 hours ago, HiFlyer said:

Now the weird part is the vague but noticeable urge to bite/chew on something I had when viewing the images of my old toys. 😮

That might be the most interesting part of this thread!

I remember seeing the kind of teething ring you describe, but I don't remember having one.

Hook

[Patco Lch 1,466]

I was probably around two, my Dad told me, the first thing I did when he picked me up after returning from an extended deployment in Germany was pee on him. Welcome home Dad.